My new band.

Since it seams music is not going to get any better in the near future, I have decided to give up and cash in on the industry. Yes, I know it is selling out but I think I want the money and comfort that comes alone with it. I decided that my band will be a fusion of Goth and Emo with just a hint of heavy industrial. It will be fondly reminiscent of the 1983 Ministry release, With Sympathy, only not as heavy. I think this is the type of band I need to really get a strong fan base without going over board and having the fan super structure cave in on itself. Of course to survive in this market I will need to write very deep lyrics, there are so many intelligent people in the world today and they demand some wicked smart lyrics with heavy, emotional undertones. Lyrics like, " black nails running crimson slashes down her alabaster back, I am darkness, I am hunger, I am the devils shrimp fork and you are his prawn". Deep huh? Then you need political lyrics. like I wrote for the song "White House, Black Heart", really intense stuff their too. You need to have emotional songs about sex too, in the song "Crygina", I write," Salty tears fill my navel. Am I man? am I woman? Enormous clitoris, or just half a male?" I really think the kids of today will accept these lyrics. I also get into some deep family issues in the song "Uncle Badlap". The biggest part of the band is that I need a good name that really hits home with the kids. It has to have duplicity, it needs to say I am soft and hard at the same time. After many strained hours of deep thought, I came up with the name "Shit Stained Glass Window". What an amazing name, don't you think? Stained glass is beautiful and expensive but if you smear feces on it, it becomes cheep and ugly. Feces can be hard or soft, unbendable or as malleable as Play-Doh. And Glass, well that starts out as sand, then becomes liquid, then solid, wow deep stuff there. So that is all set up, I just have to get the band together, start practicing, lose 75 pounds, buy some tight, black Levis, learn to cry and get those recording contracts out there. It's gonna be so cool to be 34 years old and play in a rock band. Thank you Bow-Flex.